«We Could Be Legends»

Indigo had long ago discarded any weapon that she had due to their availability and the fact that she was honestly too lazy to refill it’s bullets.
But she stared at the ground, littered with bodies and guns and the guns shriveled up like her own.
“Isn’t that a good thing? I mean, our abilities against their hands are pretty good odds.”
River looked at her blankly. "I trust my abilities, and my guns. Having both is always better."
 
Toby nodded. “That’s cool. Y-yeah, go ahead,” he replied, nudging Alpha closer to her. He doubted Alpha was hurt, but knowing for sure would make him feel better. “And thank you. For checking him. I don’t know if I could live with myself knowing I let him get hurt.” Toby said softly.
Alice nodded understandingly, and leaned forward to pat Alpha on the head. Paying more attention to him than she had to any animal before. She wasn't particularly fond of animals. She had gotten her full share of being tackled by wolves growing up. "Hey buddy." She said not sure how she should talk to a service dog. She sent some of her energy through him, hoping the sharp cold feeling of an injury didn't come back.

She relaxed and smiled when just a fuzzy warm feeling filled her. "He's fine."
 
Alice nodded understandingly, and leaned forward to pat Alpha on the head. Paying more attention to him than she had to any animal before. She wasn't particularly fond of animals. She had gotten her full share of being tackled by wolves growing up. "Hey buddy." She said not sure how she should talk to a service dog. She sent some of her energy through him, hoping the sharp cold feeling of an injury didn't come back.

She relaxed and smiled when just a fuzzy warm feeling filled her. "He's fine."

Toby watched as Alice seemed to automatically know if Alpha was hurt just by touching him. “That’s so cool,” he said quietly. At the news of Alpha not being injured, Toby let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in and gave her a tired but happy smile. He put his arms out, and Alpha curled up on his lap. Toby winced as he was crushed under Alpha, and he ruffled up the fur on Alpha’s head. “Thank you.” Toby told her again.
 
Toby watched as Alice seemed to automatically know if Alpha was hurt just by touching him. “That’s so cool,” he said quietly. At the news of Alpha not being injured, Toby let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in and gave her a tired but happy smile. He put his arms out, and Alpha curled up on his lap. Toby winced as he was crushed under Alpha, and he ruffled up the fur on Alpha’s head. “Thank you.” Toby told her again.
She nodded, "Your turn now." she said, still hesitant to touch him with out him saying it was ok. She wasn't sure why she was treating him so differently from how she had earlier. Maybe it was the thought that this could actually be real, or, maybe it was that he looked so vulnerable curling up with Alpha, both of them covered in blood. "Sorry about earlier by the way. I shouldn't have hit you."
 
Lachlan paced forward, suddenly remembering that there was a small boy in the van, and he had no idea where he came from or who he was.
He grabbed the door handle, pulling it open to see a scrawny boy sitting in it and began looking him over, but automatically brought a small onto his face to show the child he meant no harm.
The boy had dark blonde hair, and glittering green eyes that Lachlan recognized... From somewhere. "Hey." He said softly, trying not to seem threatening. "I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Lachlan. Are you hurt?" (@Cluckcluck1215 )
Lily looked up quickly, as the van door slid open. She was horrified of what she would see, now that in place of her gun, all she held was a handle of literal sand.
But it was only Lachlan, looking down at little Alec. The boy watched Lachlan as he spoke as if his words were the most important thing in the world.
"I'm Alec," the boy responded quietly, toying with the muddy string of his sneaker. He shook his head, gaze now downwards. "I'm not hurt."
Lily found it rather unnerving how serious the boys voice was for a seven or eight year old boy, even in the midst of a war. Then the boys head came back up, looking at Lachlan with the most placid gaze, his blue-green eyes actually glimmering as the moonlight reflected off of them. She could have sworn she had seen those eyes somewhere, something about them so familiar, she just couldn't—
"Where's my momma, Lachlan?"
 
River, due to an absence in fighting, had leaned up against the van, her hand gripping her pistol with white knuckles as she fell into her thoughts. Lachlan, Finlay, Camilla, Ash, Wolfram, Toby, Brisa, Jessi, Taylor, Indigo, Lily, and Alice are all safe. But now Jenna's dead, Toby and Jessi don't have a mom and Rex doesn't have a wife. He doesn't even know yet, oblivious to the fact that everything's fallen apart. And how am I supposed to tell Emily that her only daughter is dead? Or Gage and Zen that two of their best-friends are gone, that I've dragged their children around a destroyed city for the last four days in order to save them from a psycho killer?
She blinked. Zen. He was coming home. And we weren't there, just... Broken glass and blood. He probably thinks me and they boys are dead. And when we find him, what's he going to think of me now? Back to killing and putting our sons in danger? Letting Sherri, Connor, Jenna, Tayn, and Thomas die? He left the city with all of us fine, but he's coming back to a fragment of what we was. Me, the boys, Camilla, and Alice and a couple of our friends' kids. Great job River, great job.
She shook her head, her mind wandering to her friends. Who's still in the city? Mikki's here, Ash is here, Rex is across country so he's fine, Crow's here, Jenna and Connor are gone, Misty... Was here. Hopefully she's hiding with Del and Zi somewhere, smarter mom than me. Sammy, Gage, and Zen may still in the city though... Who know's if they're alive or not...
Her hand felt empty suddenly, instead of feeling a gun, she felt something else... Dust? Her eyes shot down to her hand and was met with the sight of it covered in a rustic colored soot. Her face morphed into a confused mask, unsure why her pistol rusted so much that it turned to dust, until it dawned on her. It was metal. The poison destroyed metal. She sighed. Probably good it's gone, anyway. Too many bad memories of how I got it, and how I used it. But except now I don't have a weapon... Great.

Lachlan watched his mom's face contort in emotional agony and was beginning to approach her when he saw her gun turn rustic, then slowly crumble away in her clenched fist. He stopped mid-stride, bring up his hand to inspect his knife, the handy down from Myrick, to River, and now him. It's blade seems fine... Wait. It was slowly turning a red-brown, shrinking in size until it finally crumbled away in his hand, leaving simply a bone handle.
He whirled around, taking a good look at all the surrounding guns and knives, watching them all meet the same fate.
"Uh... Guys? We're weaponless."

(Aren’t the cars gonna do the same?)
 
She nodded, "Your turn now." she said, still hesitant to touch him with out him saying it was ok. She wasn't sure why she was treating him so differently from how she had earlier. Maybe it was the thought that this could actually be real, or, maybe it was that he looked so vulnerable curling up with Alpha, both of them covered in blood. "Sorry about earlier by the way. I shouldn't have hit you."

Toby’s smile flickered, and then vanished. He dropped his head into his hands as he tried to think of some sort of reasonable excuse, but nothing came out.
He let out a small, frustrated sigh. “But last time I was healed it made my powers stronger. I don’t- I don’t want that to happen again.” He mumbled.
 
Toby’s smile flickered, and then vanished. He dropped his head into his hands as he tried to think of some sort of reasonable excuse, but nothing came out.
He let out a small, frustrated sigh. “But last time I was healed it made my powers stronger. I don’t- I don’t want that to happen again.” He mumbled.
"Oh." She hadn't realized it could have that effect on him. "How about I just take a look then. Maybe it's not so bad?" She suggested.
 
"Oh." She hadn't realized it could have that effect on him. "How about I just take a look then. Maybe it's not so bad?" She suggested.

Toby hesitated, but after a moment he sat up, nodding. “Ok.” He said softly, pulling the collar of his shirt to the side so she could see his wound. He stared down at nothing in particular as he peeled the duct tape away, crumbling it up and sticking it in his pocket.
 

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